#dexter posts

"No.." you mumble, tossing and turning in your bed as you struggle through a particularly vivid nightmare. Your heart is pounding and you can feel the sweat starting to pour down your back. Just as the dream begins to take you over entirely, you start to scream. “NO! Don’t do it! Leave him alone!” and you kick and yell. “Y/N! What’s wrong??” a familiar, comforting but worried voice speaks. You jolt awake and ascend from your now-not-so-comfortable bed as your chest rises and falls. 

"Are you okay darlin’?" Elvis asks, his concerned voice jolting you out of your nightmare. "You were tossin’ and turnin’ and screamin’… I-it woke me up. I thought somethin’ real bad was happenin’... " "It was nothing," you say quickly, not wanting to worry him, also feeling bad that you woke him up. "Just a bad dream." You look away from him sheepishly. "Come here, darlin, let me hold you," Elvis offers, reaching out for you.

Your nightmare is still lingering in your mind. You're trembling and the tears are falling. Elvis notices and cradles you, comforting you. "It's okay, darlin’," he whispers, stroking your hair and wiping away your tears. He pulls you close and holds you in his warm, strong arms. He plants a kiss on your forehead and rubs circles on your back. “It’ll be okay baby, no matter what happens, I will always be here.. It’s okay now, nothin’s here to harm you now” 

The soothing rhythm of Elvis's breathing lulls you toward slumber. As your exhaustion takes over and you begin to drift closer to sleep, the tightness of his embrace relaxes a little bit. You feel his body shift against yours as he wraps around you and pulls you close. You feel like you're sinking into a warm, safe, and protective cocoon. As your breathing slows and you relax into a deep rest, Elvis's embrace tightens again, sealing you within his loving arms.

You are so comfy wrapped in Elvis's arms. His warm, strong embrace feels like a perfect safe haven. And the thought just randomly pops into your head. What if Elvis slept like a baby? What if you saw him sleeping so peacefully and adorably? It's a mental image that instantly makes you smile and start giggling to yourself. And that thought stays with you as you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

It was a fresh day, and you wake up in the morning, it’s around 8am. You look over at your sweet boy who is still sleeping. “What a cutie,” you thought to yourself. You chuckled and got out of bed to make breakfast. About 15 minutes later you come back, with Elvis still asleep in the bed. You smile warmly.

“Wake up, baby,” you whisper in his ear. He shuffles around a bit and lets out a whine. His eyes flutter open and he pouts. “Mamaaa- ’m sweepy!!!” He rolls onto his back. Oh. He woke up little! You almost giggle from how cute he is. He then sneezes three times and sniffles. “got da sneezies,” He mutters, with a short, reassuring giggle. Then he coughs a bunch. “Um, little one, are you okay??” You ask, caressing his shoulder. He looks up at you with sparkling eyes but very wet eyes. “M-mama I don’ feew so.. Good..” He wipes his forehead trickling with sweat, along with that, his soft chubby cheeks are red and his eyes are half-lidded.

He’s sick. But he has a concert today! “Awww.. What are we going to do?,” you thought. You’ll have to cancel it today. Can’t do a concert if you’re sick! So you make a call to explain that E is sick, and has to cancel the concert today. After that trouble, you run back to him. “Mamaaa…” he cries and makes grabby hands at you, implying he wants something. “What is it, E, baby??” you chuckle a bit from his overexpressed tone of voice. “Mmm.. t-tummy hurts..” he forces out while clenching his hands on his soft belly. “Awwww.. It’ll be okay. Mommy’s gonna help make your tummy feel better in no time!,” you tell him, sitting down next to him, massaging circles on his sore stomach. He looks up at you with the prettiest, sparkliest eyes ever. “Weawwy?” he asks softly. A small smile appears on his face. “Wiww mama make tummy free bettew?” “Of course honey, but you need to rest, I’ll be back with some stuff to keep you busy while I make you stuff to help you feel better! Sounds okay?” You murmur, making sure you don’t scare him. He gets scared when he hears loud noises, and you took note of that as soon as you found out. “Mhm!” he nods. You find his toybox and his paci and take it to him, pop the paci in his mouth while ruffling his hair very gently, remember he has a headache too.

So you give him all his gear, and as you walk away to go make him soup for his tummy, he cries out, “Mamaaa!! Don’ leave!!” You sigh. “E, baby, I have to make you soup so you’ll feel better. Do you wanna take the yucky red-coloured spoon medicine?” you threaten “No!! No yucky stuff!! Just wan’ mama..” he frowns and looks down. You slowly approach him and run your fingers through his hair, which usually calms him down. It did. He buries his face in your chest while hugging you tight. “I-I wuv you mama” he says into you. Making you smile sympathetically, you say, “Okay.. I’ll lie down and nap with you, but the first hurt noise I hear from you, I am getting the medicine,” half jokingly. He pouts as a joke, making you giggle. 

You pet his hair while trying not to get sick yourself. His eyes get half-lidded and sleepy. You pet his forehead in an attempt to calm his headache. It worked, weirdly, more like distracted him from his headache to your soothing touch. Elvis practically did something similar, he held you, his mama, close. Never letting go. Planting a kiss on his cheek, you whisper sweet nothings into his ear to lull him into a nap. Afterwards you make him some chicken noodle soup for when he wakes up in case he gets hungry.

You really hope he naps for a while, because you can’t seem to get this can of chicken soup open.